An Ill Wind?

[Lady Rosalie St. Claire]

Giving an amused giggle at the gentle nudge, but relieved to see that it seemed a bit better for now, Rosalie nodded her head in agreement. “Then, by your leave, Your Highness.” Curtsying before leaving the tent, she glanced around for Lady Lancaster, not really wanting to leave the surroundings without when it was said lady who brought up the search for the ever-elusive Lady Natalie first. After all, it wouldn’t be good if she not only hadn’t found the objective of the search, but also lost the one who suggested to search for such. This giggle being stifled, Rose practically fled the tent, afraid that she’ll burst out laughing at the thought, and somehow, that wasn’t what was needed right now, or at least, such was her opinion. Perhaps she thought wrongly, but to her mind, so it seemed.